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" Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's... "
Letters from Ireland, MDCCCXXXVII. - الصفحة 10
بواسطة Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 436
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Select British Poets: Containing the Works of Goldsmith, Thomson, Gray ...

Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...affrighted ravens sail : The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs,...

Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best ...

George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...affrighted ravens sail : The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by, Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly...

Curiosities of Literature, المجلد 3

Isaac Disraeli - 1834
...elegantly, though copied from Dryden, " Far as the SOLAR WALK, or milky way." Gray has in his " Bard," " Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart." Gray himself points out the imitation in Shakspeare, of the latter image ; but it is curious to observe...

The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete ...

1834
...magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topped head, Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries. No more I weep, they do not sleep, On yonder cliffs, a grisly...

Curiosities of Literature, المجلد 1

Isaac Disraeli - 1835
...Dryden, ' Far as the solar walk, or milky way.* Gray has in his ' Bard* ' Dear na the liirht that visit-* these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.* Gray himself points out the imitation in Shakspeare, of the latter image ; but it is curious to observe...

The Bard

Thomas Gray - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 28
...affrighted ravens sail : The famished eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries ! No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...

The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: Including a ..., المجلد 4

Oliver Goldsmith - 1837
...affrighted ravens sail ; The famished eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. (1) ["One of the greatest...

The Buds of Hope: A Collection of Miscellaneous Poems

Margaret Richardson - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 218
...affrighted ravens sail, The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by ; Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm'd my heart, Ye died amidst your dying Country's cries. No more I weep ; they do not sleep. On...

The Works of Robert Burns, المجلد 4

Robert Burns - 1841
...— I must love, pine, mourn, and adore in secret — this you must not deny me—- you will ever be to me — " Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart 1 " I have not patience to read the puritanic scrawl. — Vile' sophistry ! — Ye heavens ! thou God...

The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - عدد الصفحات: 118
...passes ln/~\ Camden and others observe, that eagles used annuDear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly...




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